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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Sandbox Garden

When we moved about a year and a half ago, we did so
because we wanted to find our “forever home” before our daughter started
elementary school. It was important to
us that we give her the chance to grow up with the friends she would make at
school and not have to go through the experience of leaving her best buds if at
all possible. Obviously there were
other factors we had to consider as well, but that one certainly drove the
timing of our decision to move.

One of the things I was looking for in a new home was a
larger yard where I could stretch my gardening wings a bit more. I wanted a yard big enough to allow my
gardening interests to flourish but still coexist with a child’s inalienable
right to play. I wanted room for a
collection of Japanese maples and a Wiffle ball field. I wanted a yard big enough to grow
watermelons in and to lay out a slip-n-slide at the same time. In short, I wanted a little slice of
Americana.

So when I saw the sandbox beneath the fruitless mulberry
tree - the same mulberry tree that had wooden steps nailed into the trunk and
ropes hung from a sturdy limb to support a swing, I thought for sure that I had
found a yard that would work for both me and my daughter.

I took this picture on the day of the home inspection. You can see the swing at left. I think the yard, in general, looks really different already.

In the months since we moved in, my girl has climbed
those wooden planks several times and stood inside the canopy of the mulberry
tree. She’s marveled at the new world
from up there and she’s decided that living in a tree house would be “so cool”. She’s also begged me to find a swing to hang
from those ropes too. A request I have
tried and failed to fulfill. But she
never got interested in the sandbox like I thought she would. Maybe it was the more than occasional cat
poop we found. Or the omnipresent spiders. Maybe it was the hardened sand, the constant
leaf litter, or the fact that she’s already too old for sandboxes . . . if
there is such a thing as being too old for sandboxes. She just didn’t seem to care about it one way
or another which was amazing to me because I was a kid that spent days on end
in a sandbox.

On the Saturday before Father’s day, I found myself
standing outside, just soaking things in; plotting my next steps. After my eyes kept stopping on my own
misplaced clutter, I determined it was past time to find places for the things I had
brought from the old house. First and
foremost was the fountain my wife gave me when I turned 30 a year or two ago .
. . give or take the better part of a decade.
Since the move, the fountain had been left out of the way and unfilled
under the mulberry tree just because I didn’t have anywhere else to put it. I would need the fountain to be close to an
electrical outlet for the pump. I would need
level ground. And I wanted it be away
from the house because I had learned through experience that it tends to splash
and leave hard water stains which are as hard to get rid of as glitter on your
skin.

Tangent: I overheard a guy say to his girlfriend in a
craft store a few months ago “Glitter is the herpes of craft supplies.” I’m pretty sure he adopted that line from a
comedian, but I gave him due credit for making me laugh anyway.

Given that one of the three outside outlets in our
backyard is just feet from the sandbox it quickly dawned on me that the sandbox
would be an ideal location. But what
would my little girl say to that? I have
seen her, several times, suddenly proclaim her rekindled affection for a toy or
stuffed animal only after we decided to donate it to Good Will. Would she suddenly have a hankering for sand
castles or for finally embarking upon her long-planned digging expedition to
China through the center of the earth?

The gap in the sidewalk was just wide enough to run the cord AND drip irrigation tubing. Score!

I drilled a small hole at the base of the sandbox for the wiring and irrigation.

Clearly I was going to have to run it by her and get her
buyoff. So I asked her point blank, “are
you gonna play in that thing ever again?” or something similarly eloquent. And she said, basically, “of course not,
Daddy. I’m a more grown-up big-little-kid
and I would prefer to do more productive and creative things with my
time.” So, with her permission, and with
her help, we started digging out the sand.
It took a surprising amount of time since I didn’t just want to throw
the sand away. I could use the sand to
level the pavers I had haphazardly placed as a walkway around the corner of the
house. So as we dug out the sandbox we
also leveled the pavers (in the picture below). That took us
most of the afternoon - a long time to ask a 6-year-old to help you in the yard
- but the two of us had a lot of fun working together especially since some of
that work was just looking at the bugs that fled their homes when we unearthed
them.

The smaller square rocks were leftover from a Tic Tac Toe game (using river rocks) that didn't get much use after the first year so I repurposed them here. They could use a cleaning, but I'm otherwise happy with the look.

On Father’s Day, after being spoiled with breakfast and
coffee delivered to my lazy butt on the couch, my daughter accompanied me to
the “rock store” (basically a quarry with a nursery attached to it) so we could
buy a smooth paver to use as a base for the fountain. Then we went to the nursery to pick out
plants for our new sandbox garden.

I took her to the shade plants section and basically
said, “Anything you want we can get”. She
chose a couple good looking coleus plants and I picked a few ferns. And together we planted them around the
fountain. One of the coleus plants lost
a limb on the drive home so I showed her how we could put it into some water
and it would grow roots of its own. This
was amazing to her (frankly, it’s amazing to me too). As we worked side by side I got to listen to
her daydream aloud about how we could sell coleus plants to people at a
lemonade and flower stand.

Our first "new" coleus is doing just fine.

We took cuttings from the other two types we bought and put them in a window sill in my man cave.

As far as Father’s Days goes, this last one was pretty
great. I am lucky to be a father and to
get to spend time with my family. And part of my fortune, I realized, is getting to see the world through the eyes of a child and discovering that it’s not always going to look the way I think
it’s going to. Sometimes that world is going to look like lemonade stands and plant sales instead of sandboxes. And you can find happiness in either one.

About Me

I've been gardening in Sacramento, California's Mediterranean climate for over 10 years but I still have much to learn. This blog chronicles the lessons I learn in the garden and how they intersect with the larger themes of my life.